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“Aye, mate. Ye get some rest, an’ I’ll keep watch. ‘Tis my job, after all.”

Farlow poked the fire with a stick, watching the coals glow in the darkness, taking a deep breath as he toyed with the handle of the dagger at his waist. He then stood up and opened the haversack, pulling out a small linen blanket and bringing it over to Jarky, laying it on top of her.

”Rest well,” he mumbled. “Dream o’ nicer times.”